I discovered why a man will cry
where nobody hears
the pain.
He has no way to shut it in,
or protect his heart from
the strain.
And so he breaks apart in private,
far from their prying eyes.
He won't live another day
if they comfort him
with lies.
So he'd rather brave the truth,
and grow stronger in
the dark.
For when he rises again,
no one shall see the
bullet mark.
It's hidden deep inside,
another scar from the battles he
has won.
And next time someone pulls
a trigger, he'll be the one
holding the gun.
–leonardo r.
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